Thursday, October 6, 2011

ABOUT NOTHING...



Are you crying? he asked.





Sometimes. She said, you have to fall apart a little to know how it all fits together.





Is there blood? he asked.





A little, she said, but I don’t think it’s enough.





Enough for what?





Enough to hurt, she said.





Why would you do something that hurt?





I have to walk through broken things to get there, she said.





Where are you trying to go?





I am looking for the way out, she said.





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